Dungeon+Harem+Master

There was a collector. He grunted his tongue abominably as he moaned the wallet of the man who had left.

"Shit. You're a shitty bastard. This is gonna cost you a night's drinks."

"Bye, nah. What are you doing, Klando!

"Oh, my God, Lacey."

I get hit in the back of the head and frown root. Behind him was Lacey, who was royal, with her eyes triangulated with eggs.

"Like what, bye. Now you're coming to my store! Return the money to the customer as soon as possible. Here."

"Ugh. 'Cause it's the Dorotheas' nice play. Rather, praise him."

"That's it. Liza likes to be praised, so let me give her a special head."

"Huh. You know, it's a hundred years early to get laid on our gorgeous customer service."

Liza and Karen were in a mysterious decision pose, keeping their backs together, as if they had forgotten somewhere their ability to read the air of the field, reddening their cheeks.

Lacey stares at the two in a ghostly shape as she drastically raises and lowers her shoulders. Satanic Dorothea had already taken off her predicament and hid herself in the backyard.

"Fine, just give me my money back!

The mountains trembled and the fury broke out of Lacey's mouth.

The two men, who trembled violently as if the window frame had been struck by lightning and devoured the direct bullet of sound, were shocked as if they had been hammered directly through the brain marrow.

Karen was completely torn off the triple tube, fluttered with intoxicated footsteps, and fell.

When Liza peeled her white eyes at the shock too much, she spat crab-like bubbles out of her mouth and hit the wall as well.

(You don't even know Lacey's anger. 'Cause what these guys did, they just showed off their milk and drank their customers' liquor on their own)

It was the Founding Fathers who made them do it the most, and rather the innocent elves who had obeyed orders only with their promises were also the victims.

When Karen regained her sanity as she shook her head, she ran to roll outside the silver carriage pavilion, looking directly into the ghost's eyes and hugging Liza when she shouted, hiccup.

"And Klando. Don't make me do that anymore. Those kids, they're gonna swallow everything they say about Klund."

"Reflect"

"Ha!?

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I was in too much shape. 'Cause I don't know what this kind of thing is. Seriously, I'm sorry. Next, we'll do it right."

"Ha. I wonder if you really know already. Hey, we don't just have to make money. I don't know why, but most of the customers who came so far suddenly stopped coming. Then, instead of forcing me to make rough money, you'll have a great time. Also, I think I need to get people to think that I want to go to the silver carriage pavilion as many times as possible. 'Cause otherwise, it doesn't make sense that we're doing this store. Even Dad liked the fact that customers always seemed to enjoy watching him quietly. I don't think this is the place to be."

"Yeah. Seriously, I'm sorry. Yakitori Agricultural Opposition. Let's permanently fatten and use everyone's land."

"? I hope you understand. Besides, the clothes for the store that Klund prepared for me. Actually, I think you can be cute. Well, I was wondering if I could see the chest or the legs too much, but they're actually so stylish."

"Whoa. Yeah, yeah! What I can't see and can't see is what makes me gnaw. No, I'm just trying to suppress reason."

"I think that's just Klund. Anyway, it might be a bit of an eh cos, but let's do it at the same price and service as always. Besides, even the regulars who are no longer coming may actually just happen to overlap because they can't come for some reason. Look, the store is well staffed because everyone can help."

"Lacey."

"Oh, Customer Well, I'm so sorry!?

"Hi-no-no!!

"Ahhh. The hot soup on your daughter's tray spreads from your collar to your back as if you had targeted it."

"Silly. If you're reading a bar. Dear Customer, please do not hesitate..."

"Nzu Ugh!?

"Ahhh. Even if it happens, the lady has it. As if the ice pick was after her, she will stick it between her customers' eyebrows. This is amazing. A little surprised!"

"Ha, ha. This, this isn't supposed to happen. Customer. Hey, what are you looking at so high, Hannah! Why don't you help me pull it out, too? Hmm."

"Oops!!

"Ahhh. Now with no pushing, the edge of the basin that your daughter happened to have was knocked in without any slight dust mercy to the customer's throat buddha, who looked back as if she had targeted it - This is too much. I have to say, livestock business. Hannah, I just think your daughter is trying to kill you - Are you kidding? It's because it's also a grudge that killed my parents. - So both Uncle Andrew and Mr. Vid died. Hehe."

"Oops. I'm trying so hard! Mm-hmm. The picks, they don't, they don't fall out. Hey, Hannah, help me pull this out. Whoa."

"Hannah doesn't know what your daughter is talking about."

"Why are you getting cold there whoa!?

"Uh. Lacey. Hey, if you don't call Hilda, she might crumble the silver carriage pavilion."

"What are you doing? Whoa! Vee's aunt ah!!

Victoire, a woman who is not destructively suited to the hauling role, is an eye-catcher.

"All the more, all the more, all the more."

Hilda, summoned in haste, chants healing magic while wearing a nightcap. The always pleasant look on his face when he saw he was awake to sleep was so bitter that the collector had never seen it before.

"Well, I'm a Romlesian Sister too. If anyone is in trouble, we can help. But, Mr. Victoire. If this happens more often in the future, you may have to rethink your relationship, even if you are married."

"Oh, wow, other people behave."

"Ugh. Not on purpose, not intentionally."

"If not deliberately, are you allowed to rub a pointed needle up someone else's forehead?

"I'm sorry. I'll be careful in the future. I'll make it sound good. Look, why don't Hannah apologize, too? This is how you have to keep your head down to me."

"Wow. That's right, lady. Flushly, I am a younger, samurai, and the subordinate relationship of the years makes all my sins irreversible and cute for my sister. You're a ghost. You're a demon."

"Shh, shh."

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

The collector came.

Victoire suddenly pressed silently, winking clumsily with a peroli and tongue.

Is it fragrant? The swordswallowing air emanating from them fills the field.

Did you just feel that?

Victoire looks around as if to ask for help.

I slapped Hannah on the shoulder with a thin grin as she shrugged.

"I'm going to sleep here because it's late today. I hope you're quiet. And don't call me no matter what. Sleep deprivation is the enemy of your skin…"

I go up the stairs with Tonton as Hilda bites off the yawn. It contrasted with Victoire, who was enduring humiliation while biting his lower lip.

(Though you will deserve one or all of them. What, are you sorry?

"There's no way you can do something quiet. What the hell, man?"

This is a tavern. Besides, it's a night's sleep now.

From now on, she is an impotent woman.

"And I would like to proceed with the performance of sound tasks based on the reasonably above. Well, good luck building a store that people in the city love."

In the meantime, he was the keeper to be forced to put together.

From the next day of business, all staff were called upon to refrain from illegal activities for the time being.

And, though, the default route employed by the collector is the kind of color sales that embodies a man's desire too plainly.

In the first place, it is impossible in the tavern to separate the alcohol and colour appetite desired by the primary target.

Lacey's light erosion was always sought after, even in the way it had been developed in previous community-based taverns.

Somehow, no one gets to a store with a woman without the pale hope that she can do well with this girl.

Even if we know a fairly obvious mistress named Zao (Ilo), there were as many men trying to dictate Lacey, who was both a substantial mistress and a singer.

Victoire's Rin elegance.

Maternal love like wrapping everything in Artemisia.

Karen's as if she's not trying to impress a customer.

Liza's naive colour.

Hannah's mascot cuteness.

Dorothea tits.

"Nope. Now I feel a rather unpleasant aura."

"I know."

If you add Lacey or Marya, you won't even find a store inside that has all these beautiful women.

Besides, if the fee was also given as a conscience, even if the regular legs were far away, the new customers grew with testimonials every day they followed.

Sometimes things that make mistakes and try to imitate grandeur in the store are naturally eliminated.

Less than ten days later, the silver carriage pavilion gradually regained its former vitality.

"All right, take a look - the store is filling in. More, we need to increase occupancy. Okay, we're putting in a new campaign as the second round. Abbreviated, Operation Toddler Storm!!

What is Operation Toddler Girl Storm?

As its name suggests, it is a grassroots operation that transcends human ethics and inspires the hydra of reason, using the children of the elves raised by the collectors for attraction.

"Uncle, let me show you."

"Oh, yummy."

"Let's try it."

The young girls elves, in their past, the slave traders intertwined with tears of delight from their sight, beautifully shaped. In order to hassle the drinkers, he made them call out in an overwhelming voice to poke at the psychology of the wolves who were deciding on the next store.

"Hey, do we need to get you this far?

Artemisia gave a squeezing voice, softly.

In contrast, the collector put his finger in front of his lips and safely hid his half on the wall.

"Shh. Shut up. Now the prey falls into a trap."

Standing at the entrance to the store, staring at the children who attract customers with cold eyes as managers.

"Oh. It'll be cold out there. We need to get him inside and get him some hot milk, too. Those kids will catch a cold..."

When the young girls speak to the relatively familiar men on the road, they lead them inside the store from next to next.

In approximation to Artemisia's apprehension, they seemed to rather enjoy and carry out this task of capturing the man, as they were. Even when he was young, he proved that the act of deceiving men, pleasing them and stirring their emotions was rooted in instinct.

The young girls guide them to the table in a spirit, pulling the hand of a middle-aged man.

The man, too, remembered his own family, sometimes soaked up his bright red nose lit with alcohol and raised his tears to his eyeballs.

"Mr. Shinki is here."

"Thank you very much."

"Uh, look, ladies. You don't have to be in such a hurry, Ochan won't run away. Oh, shit. I wonder why I've been drunk since this new year. This year, we're going back to the capital. Never......!

The silver carriage pavilion was coming back to life with stunning dishes of seemingly bipolar ingredients: Eros and Family Love. Lacey's bragging throat echoes comfortably if the feast is to be missed.

"No. Big fish. Big fish. It's time for the guests to come back."

"Yeah. But mostly because it's Mr. at first sight. I wonder why the previous customer stopped coming."

In the back room of the counter, the collector, who was counting the copper coins with a hockey face, noticed Lacey's somewhat dark voice and clouded his eyes.

"That's right. It's strange that even if I didn't have to come, none of the bastards who used to come here every night would show their faces."

When the collector taps a bunch of copper coins into the coin box, he looks like he thinks about it for a moment.

"Yeah. Toms for Joey, Eden for Andy, Barrett. I don't know what's going on."

"Mmm. Right. The queen bee still doesn't know how much the store is in."

"Looks like the customers are here for a while. Almost like you're not the one who lives around here. I know some faces, but they're all like the owners of big stores."

"The other customer muscle and this one are different. You should be able to share your home. Then why? Why did the former customer come back? mundane...... I'm coming out a little. And then I asked for it."

"Ahhh. Where are you going, Klando?

"Kind of a lot. Don't worry about me. When closing the store, keep the door tight."

When the collector left the constant store of Gayagaya and the drunk, he matched in front of his coat. Is the time about to change the date? The sharp chills that cut me hurt tingly on my cheeks. To keep it warm, unlike in the fire, it just zips for a while and even the toe of the shoe gets cold. Leather boots are making a noise of quickie. As a matter of course, zero would be exceeded.

"Loulou."

"Here."

I perceived it with signs.

with a voice. A woman gushed out of the shadow of a trash can in an alley, as stained.

Loulou stands, softly wrapping his thin body with a thick coat of feathers.

and the mundane fur was all the more so.

For the record, it is a delicacy bought for her by a collector for her with a lot of outdoor behavior.

Loulou, secretly using this as a treasure, did not serve much in the closet.

"You know. If you were here, why don't you let me in the store?"

"I have to be clear about this fight..."

"Ahem? Oh, well. Hey, don't worry about that stupid thing. It's all a spinal reflex. It's a waste of time to think deeply."

"Anyway, she's an underspecified woman."

Loulou was rare and finally let him shine his face to the side. What a cute woman.

So the collector flirted a bit.

"Mimi."

"Geez. Don't pull it. Ahhh. Oh, it's sensitive."

"Later, because I'll adore you. Nah."

"It's already true. Mr. Klund."

"How's the mansion going?"

"Something particularly unusual. Um, can I have one?

"What?"

"Well, Pordina, what about you? Why didn't you bring her in? Honestly, it's hard on me, but that full body should be enough to attract a man."

"Huh? Don't joke. You can't let my Pordina do that."

The face of the collector. It was really imminent. The look on Loulou's face loses its vitality as if it were in the face of energy.

"Heh."

"Oh, hey! What's that face? Bullshit! I'm kidding. Loulou, Lou. You know, keep this to everyone, right? Me neither, no offense. It's just that there's a part of me that's alive with sensitivity. Right, right. Like, like, cum."

"Ooh too. Because I treat her like a special person. No, not to the princess, not to the others."

"Oh, Thanx. And how's Sizka? Still in the middle of hickey?

"No. It's not like that. For some reason, he seems more afraid than necessary to get out of the city and be visible. Krander wanted to see you."

"Hmm. Do you think about that when you get home? So, I could ask for one thing. All right."

"Please say what"

"Lend me some money."

……

"I'm kidding. Wash up about the ruthless ones who stopped coming to the Silver Carriage Pavilion."

"Yes."

"Wow. Loulou gentle who doesn't particularly penetrate and quietly replenishes his wallet with money -"

"Because drinking, hitting, buying is a man's worth. But stop buying very cheap whores. I will touch your body. That's all Loulou's worried about."

"- Then do you just relieve that worry?

Quickly lifts Louloulou's thin jaw as the collector nibbles. When she nodded her tongue in a favorable way, reluctantly, she set her eyes on fire with the flame of desire.

"Yes, let me try my best,"

Loulou let his face burn red as it burned in the snowy cold, and when he pulled the Lord's hand, he quietly disappeared into the shadows.

Ines, hostess of the liquor store "Queen Bee," was still at work and doing her job that day at the same time as usual.

No matter how well made, the conditioning and fixtures are luxurious, the roots are just drinkers, like the balls performed by the nobles, performing in music. It would be like an inevitable fate for the store to change its personality if the liquor was put in, even if it narrowed its customer base somewhat.

First a wild curse struck my ear. Mixed with crushing liquor cups and anger, there was a bloody smell that poked me in the nose.

"Hey. Quick, hide behind your back. It's a mess."

An oak man, the store's caution stick (officer), grabs the shoulder with a ghoul at his disposal. Inez immediately took a seat with his face full of pain.

I don't like doing this job. Besides, sometimes, aside from what you prefer, what's wrong with violence?

Ines is a woman who has been in the water business since she was young. Compared to her staunch daughter, she was far more tolerant of violence, but not sleazy enough to get used to it and be untouched. While my younger daughters have a good career, they are quickly directed to the oak and flee to one room.

For a few moments, I was so depressed that I was delayed in escaping into the evacuation room.

"Hey, stop it, you're kidding!

Turn the knob on the door chattering, but it looks like they locked it down tightly from the inside.

This has happened in other stores before. And according to Inez's memory, the daughter was stabbed in the chest by a rough man in the aftermath of a dispute, and died quickly.

Would it have been ten years since then?

Because such an ominous thought comes to mind, that pig bastard tightens himself up.

"Open it! If you open it!

Don and I knock on the door at will, but not even Pickle.

Inez gave up and when he brought the door to his back, he decided to fix the messy forehead with his hands and then make sure only a little bit of the place of contention was still going on with his stomach resting.

(You get extra scared because you don't know what this is)

"Is that it?"

When it was time to stick my face slightly out of the wall, there was no one there anymore.

"Ugh. This is terrible... ah"

There has been a rather massive stopover near the center of the store, flipping over, as though there was a storm on a sofa that looked heavy.

Indeed, I remember sitting near the center of the mourning was an adventurer and quite well-known man.

Basically, the queen bee deals only with nobles, wealthy merchants, and relatively moderate city folks who seem to have a small fortune in it.

Especially, this supposedly most common adventurer in Silver Villago was so frivolous that he couldn't even get his nose caught.

Even if it's only been repaired, the gold will be visible as soon as the liquor is put in.

In that regard, the young adventurer man whom Ines had dealt with the other day had a scratch inside.

From Ines' point of view, the man, who would be more than one turn younger, wanted to touch his body without even trying to hide the rough libido characteristic of a young man.

There was a unique playful atmosphere there that seemed to make me laugh and forgive.

It is a cheerful annoyance. Especially if you're a strong toddler, reaching for your breasts reminds me of my still young son and makes me laugh somehow.

(Shit. I wonder what you're thinking at a time like this, me)

As I was chirping, I made a loud noise and the orcs came back. If I can find a place like this, I can't avoid being strongly reprimanded. They were so faithful and yet delicate to their duties that they were completely unimaginable from the bluntness and roughness of their appearance.

Ines crawls on all fours, hiding on the couch. I didn't mean to ask, but with a rough nose called Fugofugo, stupidity jumped in.

"Russell's. What are you thinking?"

"Kata on her own? Hired, the manager looks great."

"We don't even have to listen to the owner unless he tells us to. I made a mistake because we're so messed up. I'm sure."

"At best, if one of my arms is broken, my drinking will go down."

"The opponent is a burly adventurer. Especially that eyelid guy. Did you say Stranza or something? I'll use it pretty good. Maybe if it wasn't around Helmut or Mario, it wouldn't be a battle."

"As soon as we got outside, your buddies got together about a dozen zorros. Heh. Shit, he's gonna have to die, isn't he?

"Already, let it go. Anyway, I guess I'll cut you with money. It's all a woven discussion for Russell, who's not a raw warrior like us. Anyway, you didn't want to be seen lowering your head."

"Keh. So, Shomben, when I got back, I processed it, or something. I guess I managed to state it with a clear face, as usual. Makes you laugh. Fuck you!

"I can't stay open either way today. Belgrade, what are you thinking? I left management to a man like that."

"Helmut is right. That guy, he's weird. I don't give a shit about the store sales. Now we're stuck in a silver carriage pavilion because we're struggling."

(I wonder if Russell went to talk to him directly)

As she ran past the orcs, Ines hung herself up as she sat on the floor with Petan. I can't help staying here.

Back in front of those pigs, with a grin I don't even want to make, and an excuse not to get a penny is a wish.

When the curiosity in front swells, it boils. Inez walked into the store and the sun was shallow, and he didn't really know Russell, the manager.

And that man. I don't know about this, but I haven't really liked bugs since we first met.

Was it bad that he had a flirtatious heart to look at him here, even Russell's Besotzla, who is threatened by one rogue?

Inez caught his coat on top of the dress and, perhaps, figured it out around here, headed for the creek behind the store.

Armor Zelig.

and this river, with its great name, is once known for its famous knights dueling in Central America, but also for the cold weather of February, and the dark night.

This season, the water volume was terribly low, and even Inez's mule was able to cross without getting wet.

(Whoa, you're doing it. Oh, you're lying!?

"Hey, you said Russell or something. I'm sorry I have to apologize. That's all you did to us!

Peeping in the shade of a large rock, the eyelid man was facing Russell.

Stranza pulled his hips sword out sassy.

In this position, I can only see Russell's back.

It is a sword swallowing that no sight of heights can be seen, whether it be sawdust or blue.

Inez dried his throat to a crisp beat sooner with fear.

Where did the man who was making noise in the store call his people from?

I was quickly and semi-surrounding Russell.

That number, seven.

It works too well to threaten amateurs.

Ines was rather begging Russell to put in an apology.

The aura of killing radiated from the men is unusual. I'm sorry it's just an injury.

No, it's more of a money-making thing if you have life. It was of that kind.

"Apologize. You say something strange. Mr. Stranza, I think you can play with the attitude you deserve without compromising our elegance. Believe that word, though, let me give you permission. After all, do scum mean scum"

"Oh my God!

"Still scum. There's no need for a single fat man like an adventurer in this world."

"You're dead. Though I thought I would apologize for about one arm. I don't think so anymore."

"Why? Hmm. Right. You can snort rough because I look like a tough guy. I guess so. You cowards."

Russell gave a strange, uncomfortable laugh, not knowing where he was putting it out of his body.

Ringing at the bottom of hell, sounding as gloomy as a weird bird, on a rough breeze, reaches his ear. Ines made a hard noise by making sure to hold both shoulders herself and meet the rattling and tooth roots.

"Come on, come on, you gorots. Ma, I'm not destined to lose anywhere. I'll take care of the garbage like you."

"What, that confidence? Well, that's the last word!

When Stranza raised his right hand sassy, he threw the lanterns and pine lights that the men were holding into one place, no matter what.

Fire, when they ate each other and became a flame of a lump, made a boggling noise and appeared a great pillar.

"Chopped and engraved. That's how we do it."

When the men pulled out their swords, they were attacked by Russell with skillful collaboration.

Ines anticipated the tragedy that would happen and closed his eyes.

but the act, along the way, was forced to freeze.

In a moment, Russell's right arm, which was handless, turned into a huge mass of black fire.

Boops, flames crack the atmosphere, dull sounds.

A sword.

Ines did see a huge sword, gripped by Russell's right arm.

The black mass, moving hard to the left and right, poured rain.

It stinks of rain. A black, sticky tide of blood was sprayed on one side.

The barking sound of the beast roaring violently. The hair on his back stood together.

"Hih."

Inez raised his frightened voice unexpectedly, even though he had made a noise and bumped into him.

On his cheeks, he remembered the nuchal, disgusting feeling and accidentally plucked it with the back of his hand.

Blood.

Russell's sword was quickly reducing the number of men to about half.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Whoa, whoa."

"Wait! Don't get too close..."

The face of the man who was about to give instructions cracked in half. It was cut up and down beautifully from its wide open mouth.

Russell's movements were smooth, as if he were a freely crawling monkey on a tree.

It has repeatedly traveled at high speeds, not even scaffolding high in unstable golo stones.

One hangs from the right shoulder to the waist.

The other was slashed down from face to chest, raised blood smoke, and blew away.

"and. Are you the only one left"

"What. What the hell, that sword!?

"Is this it? This is the Devil's Sword Murasada. It's not going to matter to you if you die now."

Earlier than the words were over, Russell's sword moved.

When the sound of cutting off the meat sounded dull, the neck of the man with the eyelids rolled like a bow.

The headless torso, with its sword in place, stood up to the dark Middle States and eventually collapsed on the spot, like a rolling doll with a broken thread.

Let's get out of here. We gotta get out of here. That's what I thought. It was an arrowhead.

"You're Ines. Stand up strange and I'll kill you."

Almost unaware, Russell was sneaking behind his back.

Damn, I get my throat clogged with fear. A limp fingertip was attached to the neck muscle.

That's not all I can do anymore. When she completely lost her resistance, she shook her neck hard and vertically.

"The other day, you followed a man named Klund. Successfully draw me to where I am. He seems obsessed with you. Show me how to hold him and he'll eat you right away."

"- It is"

"Oops. I didn't know you still had the strength to resist, even if you looked at my arrangement. The strength of curiosity is that it kills cats, too. Surely, you had a son who would be five. The cold of this night will endure. Or do you want to get along and line up your neck in that river plain?

"Ya, meh."

"It would help if you understood. Anyway, that guy was in too much shape. Just shut up and fold up the store and run away, something that could have lived a little longer. Damn, there are too many things in this world that aren't on. You'd think so, too."

Russell said that, even strangely, he exploded a creaking laugh in the back of his throat.

Ines cursed his height from the bottom of his heart, feeling the fierce wind blowing from across him.